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The Most Holy Virgin made me comprehend the Great Grace
            I had received, and the correspondence with which I was to

            correspond to the Love of Jesus.

            My Spouse Jesus gave me new rules in order to live more
            perfectly, but since it has been a long time, I don’t remember

            them so well; therefore I will skip them. And so it ended, for
            that day.


            Who can say the finesses of Love that Jesus made to my
            soul? They were such and so many that it is impossible to
            describe them, but I will try to say the little I remember.

            Sometimes, carrying me with Him, He would take me
            to Paradise, and there I could listen to the canticles of the
            Blessed, and I could see the Divinity, the different choirs of

            Angels, the orders of the Saints, all immersed in the Divinity
            of God absorbed, identified with It. It seemed to me that
            there were many Lights around the Throne, as if they were
            more brilliant than the sun; and these Lights displayed in

            clear notes all the Virtues and the Attributes of God. The
            Blessed, by reflecting themselves in one of these Lights,
            remained enraptured, in such a way that they could not arrive

            at penetrating the whole Immensity of that Light, therefore
            they would move to a second Light, without understanding
            all the depth of the first one. So, the Blessed in Heaven
            cannot comprehend God perfectly, because the Immensity,

            the Greatness, the Sanctity of God is such, that a created mind
            cannot comprehend an uncreated Being. Now, it seemed to

            me that by reflecting themselves in these Lights, the Blessed
            would come to participate in the Virtues of these Lights. So,
            in Heaven, the soul resembles God with this difference:
            God is that immense Sun, while the soul is a little sun.

            But who can say all that can be understood in that Blessed
            Dwelling? While the soul is in this prison of the body, it is
            impossible; while one can feel something in the mind, the

            lips do not find the terms to be able to express it. It seems
            to me that it is like a child who begins to babble; he would
            like to say so many things, but in the end he remains without


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